No one ever really keeps New Year resolutions and I am no exception. I've stopped trying.
But a thought popped in to my head so I reached for my blog again.
Happy New Year! I hope you'll read on below.
Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Showing posts with label People. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 January 2012
Thursday, 2 September 2010
More sobering than coffee
I don't really know Dave. Just bits really. Mostly from what he writes on his blog or from the comments he leaves on mine. But what he writes he writes well.
I've been somewhat absent of late in reading blogs I enjoy, but took a moment this evening to catch up with Dave. What I read was a snapshot of the moment a man losses his job:
Pondering Dave: Forgetful Me
God bless you, Dave and the hundreds and thousands like you who still suffer consequences because someone somewhere thought they could control the economy.
By the way, if you get a chance, you'll also discover some great short poems on Dave's blog.
I've been somewhat absent of late in reading blogs I enjoy, but took a moment this evening to catch up with Dave. What I read was a snapshot of the moment a man losses his job:
Pondering Dave: Forgetful Me
God bless you, Dave and the hundreds and thousands like you who still suffer consequences because someone somewhere thought they could control the economy.
By the way, if you get a chance, you'll also discover some great short poems on Dave's blog.
Friday, 13 August 2010
Climpson & Sons - London
On a rainy, but warm August afternoon in London I manged to find a moment to steal away from the family holiday to visit Climpson & Sons, one of the cafés listed on the London Coffee Map.
The café is to be found on Broadway Market in east London and, on entering, I instantly liked it. Ordering a flat white I take a perfect seat at the front window and observe life. With about 15 people also drinking coffee and enjoying toasted cibattas and pastries there's not much more space. Most are trendy, young Londoners. And me. Plus a couple of guys from 'Frisco who seem to be patronising a crazy homeless guy outside by seeking his advice for how best to turn a bin bag into a rain jacket.
So I sat at the window (I always will if a seat is available) and watched the world go by. And the world did go by: An orthodox Jew left the bakery across the street while two boys dressed in white robes returned home after Friday prayers. A couple of mothers laden with buggies and kids on scooters made their way to the nearby park and a vagrant stepped in to the bakery hoping for some charity. Across the road the bald and tattooed hairdresser took another drag on his cigarette and watched curiously, along with me, as a man walked down the street and stopped to put a red sticker on a door before moving off quickly. A sign perhaps for the angel of death to not passover.
Meanwhile the bin-bag-jacket homeless guy sheltered under the dripping canopy in front of me and, finishing his cup of milk which the café had earlier given him, signalled through the window that there was a little left for me should I want it. I declined and he made his way to another part of the world down the street.
The café is to be found on Broadway Market in east London and, on entering, I instantly liked it. Ordering a flat white I take a perfect seat at the front window and observe life. With about 15 people also drinking coffee and enjoying toasted cibattas and pastries there's not much more space. Most are trendy, young Londoners. And me. Plus a couple of guys from 'Frisco who seem to be patronising a crazy homeless guy outside by seeking his advice for how best to turn a bin bag into a rain jacket.
So I sat at the window (I always will if a seat is available) and watched the world go by. And the world did go by: An orthodox Jew left the bakery across the street while two boys dressed in white robes returned home after Friday prayers. A couple of mothers laden with buggies and kids on scooters made their way to the nearby park and a vagrant stepped in to the bakery hoping for some charity. Across the road the bald and tattooed hairdresser took another drag on his cigarette and watched curiously, along with me, as a man walked down the street and stopped to put a red sticker on a door before moving off quickly. A sign perhaps for the angel of death to not passover.
Meanwhile the bin-bag-jacket homeless guy sheltered under the dripping canopy in front of me and, finishing his cup of milk which the café had earlier given him, signalled through the window that there was a little left for me should I want it. I declined and he made his way to another part of the world down the street.
The coffee was long gone before I managed pull myself away to return to my own world.
Ah yes, the coffee. Fantastic.
Wednesday, 20 January 2010
Good quote
I've just come back from a great coffee in one cafe and a mediocre coffee in another. But that's by-the-by. Here's a quote from something I was reading while I was out. It's to do with community development, networking, etc, etc:
"How do you hold a hundred tons of water in the air with no visible means of support? You build a cloud."
(K.C. Cole)
Nice metaphor.
"How do you hold a hundred tons of water in the air with no visible means of support? You build a cloud."
(K.C. Cole)
Nice metaphor.
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